Spit

He was always sick he could never play, he could never play

He's the first to admit that he made mistakes, he made mistakes

He had it in his grip but it got away (He had it in his grip but it got away)

It got away (It got away)

Blood in your spit every fucking day (Blood in your spit every fucking day)

Crying over it doesn't make any difference

You've got the keys to your kingdom

Yeah, but the gold on your wrist makes you feel like you're invincible

Invincible